THE BLIND MEN AND THE MILKMAID

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“Drink this!” she said with a smile,
“while I try and squeeze out another quart.”
Her sad cohorts had lost their sight
in a bar fight; it was not their night!

“This is rather sour” one blind man said with a dour look.
“It appears this milk was a ba-a-a-a-ad choice!”
“You are so right!” she said sheepishly.
“Your cow must be sick. And why is its hide as thick

as lambs wool?” asked he. “I guess you’re no fool” she quipped.
From that point on she was tight lipped!
But the blind men could see through her scam,
as they heard her take it on the lamb!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

QKJ #23 – “The Blind Men and the Milkmaid”

WAITING TO GAIN IN EXPERIENCE

“Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity.” ~Gilda Radner

All we learn, we learn by doing. We try and fail and try again. each attempt at failing falling a little better than before. The more we try and fail, the better we become at succeeding. Or failing. We start out as a blank page. Pure and pristine. And we mean to do our best, but until we learn the hard way, we will stay blank.

Thank God I would learn to fill each line with something. Anything! Each clean leaf a failure waiting to happen. But it also holds potential! And as I continue to grow as a man and a poet, I gain more and score points of experience, for it is in experience that I flourish. It nourishes this resolve and feeds my desire and persuades my waiting to achieve whatever I believe I can!

Always do something
even if for the first time.
gain experience

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun Monday #29

WHEREFORE ART THOU TITAN OF THE SEA?

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“A strange device for sure!” I thought to myself. What did Wellington call it? A GPS? Unfathomable rot, I think! Here, in Ismay’s behemoth, his “Titanic”… we are traveling at a good clip. The North Atlantic is vast in its openness. It is a rather bit of a nipper, I must admit.

I’ve retired to my cabin for the night. It was a right jolly day, and tomorrow should offer nothing newsworthy, in my estimation. I, Captain Edward John Smith, have grown tired of the sea after all these years. A permanent retirement after this voyage is a grand plan.

But what of this GPS gizmo? Ismay called a global position something-or-other. A navigational chart without maps, sextons or compasses! It could even spot bloody icebergs from a safe distance. “Who needs to be star guided with this marvel of wonder in this yet undiscovered ‘electronic’ age?” Bruce brags. (Ismay calls himself a visionary; I say whack-job!) Well, I’ll play with his new toy on the morrow! Half a cup of tea, and it is lights out for me!

In the need for speed
one loses their perspective,
objective unclear!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

QKJ #22 – A Common Item

A GOOD DAY

"...A Bad Day Fishing!"
“…A Bad Day Fishing!”

Upon the lake we drop our lines,
and in our boat we are afloat.
A bad day fishing is just fine,
I find I have no need to gloat.

In our boat we are afloat.
The summer sun creeps up the shore.
I find I have no need to gloat.
This lake is full of fish galore.

The summer sun creeps up the shore,
the silence is a welcome sign.
This lake is full of fish galore.
I hope a few of them are mine!

The silence is a welcome sign.
I find my peace while I am fishing.
I hope a few of them are mine,
at least that is what I am wishing!

I find my peace while I am fishing,
a creel of fish and we can eat,
at least that is what I am wishing,
but if it’s empty, I’ll cut bait!

A creel of fish and we can eat,
a bad day fishing is just fine
but if it’s empty, I’ll just wait!
Upon the lake we drop our lines.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

QKJ #21 – A SUMMER DAY